driftfleet | And Some Nights I'm Scared You'll Forget Me Again

Who: Pinkie Pie and anyone else at various levels of DONE with the Atroma.
Broadcast: Heck yes! Spread ALL the salt!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Post-shuffle

[This is the fourth time in the last five shuffles that Pinkie's lost crew mates. Qing, Robin, Poe, and now Finn were gone home, and there was no way to tell if they'd ever come back or if they'd keep any memory of this place and the people they'd met, the friendships and relationships they've made, the adventures they've had. Whether they'd remember her ever again. Whether she'd forget all this too when she went back home.

After this fourth stab in the heart, though, there was less raw pain and more anger. WAY more anger. Mostly at the stupid Atroma and their stupid fake-smiley-ness and their not letting people remember things or even say GOODBYE! So it's time for some revenge, Pinkie Pie Style.]

I'm throwing a party for anybody that's lost somebody in these shuffle things, even if they've been gone for a while. Or anybody who doesn't like the Atroma. Or just needs a good time. It's on the Iskaulit, FAR AWAY from the Marsiva's party room. I'm a little low on actual not-gel snacks at the moment, but I've got plenty of salt, and you can bring your own snacks and stuff if you want.

[It won't be Pinkie's usual extravaganzas, but there's some out-of-the-way music, card-making supplies, and some candles to set up a memorial alter. There's also a line of snack tables, with lots of room for contributions. Pinkie's own fare is honor of her absent crew mates: veggie pot stickers for Qing, coffee for Robin, nachos slathered with a BURNING hot sauce for Poe, and bright blue melon-flavored milkshakes for Finn. And yes, there's actually salt formed into a huge block, as well as shakers for adding salt to your drink. Because ponies.]

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[The smallest of smiles is still good to see. That she can still manage it. He smiles in return, giving her a gentle hug. ]

It's not selfish at all, I'm glad I'm here too, with you. It's important to be glad for who you still have,

[She half-nods half-nuzzles against his chest... and then starts sobbing a little.]

S-sorry, Cheesy...

Oh, Pinks.

[He tightens the hug. ]

You don't have to be sorry. You're allowed to miss people who've left.

I-- I know but... I'm just tired of feeling this. I'm tired of losing people and-- and I don't know who's gonna be next!

[He hates seeing here like this. He wishes he could tell her that no one else will ever go, that everyone she cares about will remain with her. But that would be a lie, and it's one lie he absolutely will not tell her.]

There's no way of knowing. You just gotta...enjoy it while it lasts- even if it's just a short time.

[He's aware it's easier for him. He's always had a slight disconnect with others, keep people at hoofs-reach. He may be able to make friends and do what he can to cheer up others, but he would never connect to others the same way Pinkie does. So when people vanish...well, he can roll with it in a way he doubts she ever would.

She wouldn't be her if she did. ]

I know that too, but-- it's getting harder now, especially since it's not gonna matter once they go home! What's... what the point of bringing us here if the Atroma won't even let us remember anything?!

[Because they love watching us suffer. He doesn't say it out loud, but he sure is thinking it hard. He lets out a slow breath.]

We remember it now. That's what matters. While we remember them, we do. It's the best we can do. Keep their memory alive for as long as we can.

[He doesn't really need to; she knows how he feels, not to mention she's starting to share the sentiment herself.

For now, though, she just gives a slow nod against his chest and buries her face into it a little more.]

[He hugs her tightly. He knows this place is changing her, and he hates to see it. He, at least, had plenty reason to be bitter even before Paradisa took him. But Pinkie...Pinkie is goodness and light, and it breaks his heart to see her lose even a fraction of that. It makes his dsitrust and anger toward Atroma grow.

He exhales, then gently: ]

You wanna eat some ice cream?

[Honestly, it's been a herculean effort to nibble at the stuff on her own plate. But she doesn't want to worry him too much either.]

Sure...

[She's quiet for a while, sad at first, but slowly a bit of that resolve starts forming again.]

Hey, Cheesy? How'd you get out of that castle?

[Uh oh. He sighs. ]

I didn't. I just went to sleep one day, and the next I woke up on the Marsiva. I don't know if anyone ever actually really got out of it.

Well darn, I was kind of hoping you'd have some ideas.

[Is that... a shadow of a smirk on her face?]

[That smirk is interesting to see, but confusion sets up camp across Cheese's features. ]

Some ideas for...what?

For storming THIS castle~

[HIs ears perk up. Interesting, interesting!! ]

What? You mean like a rebellion?

Mhmm~ Or at least finding out how they take people's memories away and stopping that part.

Oooh I like that part. That part may end up being way easier.

I hope so. [She gives him a tender smile.] Because there's no way I'm leaving us behind, Cheesy. Not if I can help it.

[Aww, he smiles, nuzzling her gently. ]

Me either. It's so worth fighting for.

It is... I love you SO much, sweetie...

[Some more tears start to leak out, but they're mostly happy this time.]

I love you too, more than anything.

[He gives her a gentle hug,]. ]

And Some Nights I'm Scared You'll Forget Me Again

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